'Oh, Jake,' Brett said, 'we could have had such a damned good time together.' Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. 'Yes,' I said. 'Isn’t it pretty to think so?'
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Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections, and two non-fiction works. Additional works, including three novels, four short story collections, and three non-fiction works, were published posthumously. Many of his works are considered classics of American literature. Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school, he reported for a few months for The Kansas City Star, before leaving for the Italian front to enlist with the World War I ambulance drivers. In 1918, he was seriously wounded and returned home. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel A Farewell to Arms (1929
'How did you go bankrupt?' Bill asked. 'Two ways,' Mike said. 'Gradually and then suddenly.'
'You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch.' 'Yes.' 'It’s sort of what we have instead of God.'
A bottle of wine was good company.
I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.
Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?
I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.
you can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.
But I don't want anybody but you. I don't want anyone else.
But I don’t want anybody but you. I don’t want anyone else.
That's all we do, isn't it -- look at things and try new drinks?
...we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
All things truly wicked start from an innocence.
Some people show evil as a great racehorse shows breeding. They have the dignity of a hard chancre.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people.... People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you were skipping meals at a time when you had given up journalism and were writing…
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think…